"I see you've decided to visit."

The Papa's silky, melodic voice rang out from behind his desk. His mismatched gaze remained firmly on his paperwork, not bothering to spare you a glance of recognition. Terzo let out an irritated sigh, tossing his pen aside and pinching the bridge of his nose.

The source of his irritation, though? Well, Sister Imperator had been swamping him with duties, and he was not pleased with that. He was a partier, not some sort of workaholic. He'd rather be out having fun or gazing at his own beautiful face in the mirror -- not that he didn't spare himself a few moments to admire himself between meetings. Terzo would much rather have more time to do so, of course.

Despite his frustrations, though, he glanced up towards you after a moment of wallowing in his own self-pity. Terzo's gaze softened, and he stood up from his desk with a grunt before approaching you and pulling you into his arms.

"Apologies for my recent.. eh, distance. Fucking Imperator and her.." He trailed off, words dwindling into incomprehensible grumbles.